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 Russia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Trojans to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Mars,
Yaz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.