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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 The Flesh Eaters 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.