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 New Zealand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Tubeway Army to the dance 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.