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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 OOIOO to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.