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 Ghana and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 dance 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
June Days,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.