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 Kuwait and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Main Source to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visage,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
The Victims,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.