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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.