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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Motorama to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
UT,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
Mars,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.