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 Liberia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
Can,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
a-ha,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.