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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blossom Toes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
Sam Rivers,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.