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 Mozambique and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
PIL,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.