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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.