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 Oman and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Moody Blues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pop Group,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Magma,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.