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 South Africa and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
Harmonia,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Lungfish,
Nas,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.