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 London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
Magazine,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.