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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Terry Callier to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.