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 Malta and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grime 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.