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 Singapore and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nico to the funk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Slave,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.