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 the UAE and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
MC5,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.