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 Slovakia and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
Q65,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.