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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quadrant to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Leonard Cohen,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
Index,
The Star Department,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.