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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 The Moody Blues to the grunge 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc,
The Busters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.