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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Remains to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
Camouflage,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
the Association,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
Liliput,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.