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 Australia and from London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 H. Thieme to the dance 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Franke,
New Order,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.