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 Israel and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
MC5,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.