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 Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus 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?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
Interpol,
Bill Wells,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.