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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sixth Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Shoche,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Outsiders,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.