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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Dead Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
FM Einheit,
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
Neu!,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.