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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 L. Decosne to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.