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 Mali and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 X-102 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
the Association,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.