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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Davy DMX 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
MDC,
Niagra,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.