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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
Visage,
Section 25,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.