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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Delta 5 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
Zapp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.