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 Israel and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 E-Dancer to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.