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 Andorra and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 The Kinks 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Kurtis Blow,
Josef K,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.