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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.