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 Slovenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Golliwogs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Nas,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
DNA,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
Swans,
Visage,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.