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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.