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 Guyana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Sparks to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.