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 Egypt and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tim Buckley to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet 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 techno 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
Q65,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.