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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 EPMD to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
UT,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
Cluster,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.