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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Tubeway Army,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
Ossler,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.