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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 New York Dolls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Technova,
X-102,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.