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 Dominica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Q and Not U to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.