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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Neon Judgement to the disco 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.