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 Belize and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Brand Nubian to the dance 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Sandy B,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Neu!,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.