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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
Television,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.