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 Malawi and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ten City to the disco 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.