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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
Mars,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.