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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Simply Red to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
the Slits,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.