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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Searchers to the jazz 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.