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 Micronesia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Hot Snakes to the punk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pulsallama,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Audionom,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.