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 Romania and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flash Fearless to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.