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 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Index to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Fluxion,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.