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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalo Schifrin to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
PIL,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.