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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.