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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Dawn Penn to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
JFA,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.