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 Thailand and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Bob Dylan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Ronan,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Wings,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.