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 St Lucia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
X-102,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.