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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Subhumans to the rap 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman 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?
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Human League,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
DNA,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Pantytec,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.