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 United States and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
H. Thieme,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.