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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Blackbyrds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pop Group,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
X-101,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.