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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barry Ungar to the rock 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.