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 Egypt and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxy Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.