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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.