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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 the Normal to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.