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 Gambia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
Ossler,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.