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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Yellowson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
Fear,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.