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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Yellowson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Duran Duran,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Ituana,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.