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 Philippines and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABC to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.