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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ken Boothe to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.