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 Morocco and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 the Crocodile.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.