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 Namibia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.