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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gories,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.