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 Greece and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gun Club to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
JFA,
Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.