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 Malta and from New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Magazine to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
The Smiths,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.