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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Mummies to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues 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?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.