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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the grime 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
Unwound,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
T.S.O.L.,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.