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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Associates to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
Japan,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.