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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camouflage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.