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 Qatar and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Associates to the rock 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.