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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
Brick,
The Dead C,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Procol Harum,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.