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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Morten Harket to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
Cameo,
The Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.