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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rekid to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Mars,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.