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 Romania and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 the Association to the rock 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.