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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Josef K to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.