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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
Wings,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.