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 Australia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Litter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Görl,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
Magazine,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.