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 Czech Republic and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
Rekid,
Guru Guru,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
Oneida,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.