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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
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 Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the disco 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
Index,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.