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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Basic Channel to the punk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
UT,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.