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 Palau and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 EPMD to the disco 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Franke,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Shoche,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.