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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Kinks to the disco 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
The Busters,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.