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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Peter & Gordon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
Crime,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.