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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Thompson Twins to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
UT,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.