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 East Timor and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Q and Not U to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
AZ,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.