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 Yemen and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Wally Richardson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.