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 Brunei and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yazoo to the grunge 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Ituana,
Whodini,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Ten City,
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.