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 Iceland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Harry Pussy to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
Mars,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
The Busters,
MDC,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.