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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 The Golliwogs 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Buckinghams,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.