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 Somalia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
Index,
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
John Lydon,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
Blossom Toes,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Ronan,
Can,
The Residents,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.