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 Armenia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
cv313,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.