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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Eddi Front 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.