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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Sonny Sharrock to the punk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
X-102,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Buzzcocks,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.