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 Serbia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
The Wake,
Sparks,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.