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 Belgium and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Marine Girls to the jazz 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
ABC,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
Subhumans,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.