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 Portugal and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Simply Red to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
Deakin,
DNA,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.