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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wasted Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.