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 Uganda and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Underground Resistance 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
Shoche,
Skriet,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
The Victims,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.