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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Birthday Party to the electroclash 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warsaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.