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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 R.M.O. to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
Brick,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q65,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
Infiniti,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.