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 Germany and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pole to the electroclash 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
Interpol,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.