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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 H. Thieme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Magazine,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.