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 Qatar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the dance 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masters at Work,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
Motorama,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.