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 Albania and from Lyon.
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 Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.