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 Switzerland and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.