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 Senegal and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chrome to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monks,
Smog,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
Drexciya,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.