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 Colombia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alphaville to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
Franke,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.