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 Seychelles and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.