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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Interpol to the dance 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.