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 Korea North and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Stiv Bators to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
Gong,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.