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 Serbia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.