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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Janne Schatter to the rap 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.