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 Uganda and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tres Demented to the funk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Residents,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
10cc,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.