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 Egypt and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Brick to the rock 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.