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 Oman and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motions to the crunk 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 Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.