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 East Timor and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
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 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 Roxette to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.