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 Bulgaria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Easy Going to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.