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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.