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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Marmalade,
Scion,
Skaos,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.