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 Romania and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Sandy B to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
Scion,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.