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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harmonia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
Interpol,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.