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 Sri Lanka and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Circle Jerks to the disco 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.