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 Finland and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Black Dice 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
cv313,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.