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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Panda Bear to the grunge 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
The Beau Brummels,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
Jawbox,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.