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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
The Move,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.