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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Minutemen to the funk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Q65,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
CMW,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
Wings,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.