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 Eritrea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultravox to the rap 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
Fear,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
cv313,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.