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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Inner City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.