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 Montenegro 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Cowsills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '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 Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.