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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cosmic Jokers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
Qualms,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.