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 San Marino and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Bowie to the electroclash 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.