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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 T. Rex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
X-101,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.