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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 R.M.O. to the techno 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
This Heat,
JFA,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.