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 Iceland and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joyce Sims to the rock 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.