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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Oneida to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
UT,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.