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 Maldives and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Circle Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
Q65,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.