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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Black Pus to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Ossler,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.