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 Thailand and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Saints to the rock 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
Scion,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.