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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Count Five to the electroclash 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.