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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.