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 San Marino and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the rock 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Adolescents,
Jandek,
Mars,
Rapeman,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.