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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Blake Baxter to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
Interpol,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.