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 Portugal and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
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 mellotron 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 Fatback Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Josef K,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The American Breed,
Subhumans,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
New York Dolls,
David McCallum,
X-102,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.