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 Albania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
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 rhodes 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
Whodini,
This Heat,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.