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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Motions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
Can,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.