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 Korea South and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Iggy Pop to the disco 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.