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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
Ituana,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.