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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marmalade to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.