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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Robert Hood to the crunk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Pagans,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.