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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
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 sitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Easy Going,
Scion,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Television,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.