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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Joe Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Whodini 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 grunge 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Section 25,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders,
Q65,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
Das Ding,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
X-101,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.