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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.