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 Saudi Arabia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fear to the funk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.