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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the rock 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Q65,
Avey Tare,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
Ultra Naté,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unwound,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.