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 Peru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 The Walker Brothers to the electroclash 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.