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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fortunes to the rap 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
the Association,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Suicide,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.