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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marvin Gaye to the punk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
The Sound,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.