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 Portugal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Radio Birdman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
X-102,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Cluster,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.