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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.