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 Maldives and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Y Pants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.