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 Liberia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Gun Club to the disco 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MC5,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
Index,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.