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 Togo and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.