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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fluxion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.