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 Moldova and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
Panda Bear,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Japan,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.