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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.