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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gang Green to the grime 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.