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 Colombia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
DNA,
Supertramp,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.