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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Groovy Waters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.