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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.