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 Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
the Association,
Sparks,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.