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 Palau and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Suicide to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
The Gap Band,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.