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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 mellotron 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 The Zeros to the grunge 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.