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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Depeche Mode to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Royal Trux,
the Swans,
Aswad,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.