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 South Africa and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Max Romeo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
Q65,
Metal Thangz,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.