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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
The Gap Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.