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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.