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 Ghana and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Masters at Work to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Fear,
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.