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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Technova to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
Smog,
Cybotron,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Yellowson,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
The Sound,
Japan,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Slave,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.