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 Gambia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Liliput 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.