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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Associates,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
Franke,
Motorama,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.