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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Fall to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
10cc,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.