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 Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
Kayak,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.