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 Malawi and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
10cc,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.