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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
Japan,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.