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 Syria and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bob Dylan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
Mars,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.