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 Ireland and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 The Moleskins to the punk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
Monks,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.