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 Laos 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
Quantec,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Skarface,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crime,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.