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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Amon Düül to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.