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 France and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 The Kinks to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.