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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Saints to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
MDC,
World's Most,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
Technova,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.