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 Mauritania and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
X-101,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
Gong,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.