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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.