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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ponytail to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Toasters,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.