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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sällskapet to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
June of 44,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.