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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
The Standells,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.