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 Burkina and from Accra.
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 Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Cramps to the funk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ken Boothe,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.