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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Lyres to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
UT,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
The Standells,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
The Monks,
Oneida,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.