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 Haiti and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
This Heat,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
Audionom,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.