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 Panama and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.