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 Russia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
X-101,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
Cymande,
Inner City,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.