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 Lithuania 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Urselle to the rock 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.