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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
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 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 The Dead C to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.