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 Brazil and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Hoover to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
Suicide,
Lalann,
MC5,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.