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 Japan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Underground Resistance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
The Monks,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Slave,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
June Days,
Smog,
Clear Light,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.