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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
Neu!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
AZ,
China Crisis,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.