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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
Pole,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.