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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jacob Miller 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
Cymande,
Can,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Cluster,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.