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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.