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 Woodstock.
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 Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 MDC to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Suicide,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
Yazoo,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
Fear,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.