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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Livin' Joy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
Motorama,
The Busters,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.