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 Singapore and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Boredoms to the punk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.