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 Montenegro and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Fugazi to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
World's Most,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
Chrome,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.