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 Comoros and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Pet Shop Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
the Association,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.