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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.