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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
Television,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.