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 Palau and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sex Pistols to the disco 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.