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 Eritrea and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Make Up to the dance 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Smog,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.