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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
Scion,
Fluxion,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.