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 Romania and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 II to the grunge 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
Rekid,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
The Golliwogs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
Tommy Roe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Index,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
Q65,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.