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 Honduras and from New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MC5 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.