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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Bob Dylan to the techno 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
The Human League,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
La Düsseldorf,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.