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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Motorama,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.