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 Cambodia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Skaos to the rock 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.