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 Japan and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.