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 Cyprus and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dead Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
Depeche Mode,
Babytalk,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.