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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Franke,
The Toasters,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
Crime,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
the Germs,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.