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 Egypt and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Real Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
Can,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.