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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 CMW to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 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 Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
Drexciya,
Pole,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.