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 Switzerland and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lindisfarne to the grime 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.