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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Aswad to the punk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mad Mike,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.