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 Uganda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.