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 Japan and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Magazine to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Kayak,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.