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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rufus Thomas to the rock 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
MC5,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.