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 Albania and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.