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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
X-102,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
Crime,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.