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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 ABC to the rock 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.