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 Serbia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
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 mellotron 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 Buckinghams to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.