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 Qatar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 a-ha to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
The Motions,
The Victims,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
K-Klass,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.