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 Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Section 25 to the jazz 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
Section 25,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
The Move,
Zapp,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.