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 Nepal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Boredoms to the dance 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
The Monks,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.