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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Das Ding 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
ABC,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Neu!,
Wire,
The Move,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.