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 Cameroon and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.