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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Morten Harket to the techno 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
Television,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
Ossler,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.