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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
The Victims,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.