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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
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 linndrum 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
Index,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
JFA,
Excepter,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.