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 Burundi and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agent Orange to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.