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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
Duran Duran,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.