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 Dominica and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Y Pants to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
Hashim,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.