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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sixth Finger to the grime 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.