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 Turkey and from New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Interpol to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
the Normal,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.