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 Niger and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.