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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Oblivians to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.