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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
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 Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Subhumans to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.