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 Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Japan to the rock 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves,
Smog,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
Skaos,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.