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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scan 7 to the grunge 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
The Evens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
Yellowson,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.