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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lyres to the electroclash 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
Magazine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
Model 500,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.