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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Adolescents to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.