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 France and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Basic Channel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.