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 Tuvalu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
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 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 Ponytail to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Echospace,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
Gong,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.