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 Tonga and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deakin to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.