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 Panama and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
CMW,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
DNA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.