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 Korea South and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
The Pop Group,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Q65,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.