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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Doobie Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
Visage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
UT,
Unwound,
Nas,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.