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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
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 clarinet 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 Nas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
UT,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Residents,
Magazine,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.