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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Pole to the rock 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.