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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Roxy Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
cv313,
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.