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 Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Tears for Fears to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalann,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
DNA,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.