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 Greece and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultra Naté to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.