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 Oman and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.