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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 David Bowie to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Derrick May,
10cc,
Interpol,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.