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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Al Stewart to the techno 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Q65,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
cv313,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.