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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.