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 Bahrain and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 10cc to the dance 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
The Index,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
the Association,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.