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 Senegal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Gahan to the rock 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.