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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Black Flag to the rock 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.