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 Estonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
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 snare 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 Man Eating Sloth to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Second Layer,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
Mars,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
The Smoke,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
MC5,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.