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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.