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 Syria and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
Scion,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.