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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gories to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.