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 Cambodia and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
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 chamberlin 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
Scientists,
Television,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.