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 Armenia and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronan to the disco 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
The Names,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.