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 Palau and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nirvana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
Wire,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Black Pus,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.