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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
The Move,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
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.