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 Mongolia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tears for Fears to the funk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
Shoche,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
Scion,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
Erasure,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.