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 Egypt and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Isaac Hayes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Hoover,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.