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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.