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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Radiohead to the punk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
Skaos,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
The Cure,
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.