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 Grenada and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eurythmics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
The Selecter,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.