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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Duran Duran to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.