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 Egypt and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
ABC,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.