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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Malaria! to the techno 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
Inner City,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
X-102,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.