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 Vietnam and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thompson Twins to the punk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.