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 Laos and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
The Monks,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
cv313,
Oblivians,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
Ituana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.