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 Germany and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Stooges to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Q65,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
Newcleus,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.