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 Paraguay and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.