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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.