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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 The Velvet Underground to the crunk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
Magma,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.