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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.