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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.