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 Germany and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 The Litter to the crunk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Copeland,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
10cc,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.