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 United States and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Silicon Teens to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.