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 East Timor and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.