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 the UAE and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kinks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
The Pop Group,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.