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 Antigua and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
Unwound,
UT,
Sparks,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
World's Most,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.