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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Au Pairs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
Scientists,
The Smoke,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.