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 Poland and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
the Association,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.