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 Denmark 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
The Cure,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.