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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Clark Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
Robert Görl,
Excepter,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.