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 United States and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Electric Prunes to the dance 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
Marmalade,
Bobby Byrd,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.