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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Fall to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
the Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.