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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Essential Logic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Wire,
Sandy B,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
10cc,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.