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 Panama and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Arab on Radar to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.