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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Moody Blues to the punk 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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Skaos,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
The Gun Club,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
Mars,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.