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 Poland and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Radiohead to the grime 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.