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 Barbados and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vainqueur to the funk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
Nico,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
Zapp,
EPMD,
Sparks,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.