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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 48th St. Collective to the disco 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
Urselle,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
Hashim,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.