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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sparks to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band 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 punk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
June Days,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
MC5,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.