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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Public Enemy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
CMW,
Adolescents,
Wings,
The Names,
Pagans,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Cymande,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.