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 Cameroon and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Pagans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
Cybotron,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.