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 Panama and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Velvet Underground to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.