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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Star Department to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Ossler,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
John Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.