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 Togo and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Human League to the rock 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
The Busters,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bob Dylan,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
Skriet,
AZ,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.