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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Cramps to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.