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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.