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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.