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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 The Gun Club to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Henry Cow,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.