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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
The Doors,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.