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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Kinks to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
Monks,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.