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 Estonia and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eurythmics to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
Scion,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.