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 Malaysia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Colin Newman to the grime 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Oneida,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.