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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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?
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.