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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Section 25 to the disco 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
a-ha,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monks,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
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.