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 San Marino and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Interpol to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.