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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
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 clarinet 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 The New Christs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
This Heat,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.