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 Peru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zeros to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
Infiniti,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
Inner City,
The Cure,
the Human League,
Brick,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.