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 Egypt and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blossom Toes to the electroclash 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
Smog,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.