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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.