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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pagans to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
Nico,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Qualms,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.