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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the grunge 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.