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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marmalade to the crunk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.