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 Yemen and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flash Fearless to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
The Leaves,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.