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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kayak to the techno 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
The Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
The Names,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.