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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
AZ,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.