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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
New Order,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Human League,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.