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 Nauru and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Patti Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.