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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Fortunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.