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 Turkey and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television to the rock 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
X-101,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
The Martian,
The Residents,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.