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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Newcleus to the electroclash 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Anakelly,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
The Wake,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
Ludus,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.