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 Suriname and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Faraquet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.