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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.