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 Spain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Searchers to the dance 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.