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 Venezuela and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glambeats Corp. to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Zapp,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
Niagra,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.