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 Fiji and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.