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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wire to the grime 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.