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 Germany and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 the Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.