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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dark Day to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
AZ,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.