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 Sweden and from New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gichy Dan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
The Saints,
Deakin,
The Move,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
MDC,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.