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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Foxx to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.