Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jordan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Searchers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.