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 San Marino and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 cv313 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
X-102,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.