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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Blues Magoos to the rap 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
The Move,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
PIL,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.