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 Germany and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.