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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smog to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
The Move,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.