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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ossler to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Franke,
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Scion,
John Holt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.