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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Searchers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
The Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
World's Most,
Crooked Eye,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
The Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
the Association,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.