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 Grenada and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lou Christie to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Parry Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.