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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Subhumans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.