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 Chile and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Can to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.