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 Senegal and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
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 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 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
Television,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.