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 Sweden and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Nico to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.