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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Clear Light to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed,
the Association,
Scion,
Faust,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.