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 Lesotho and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Alphaville to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.