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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Audionom to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.