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 Poland and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Audionom,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.