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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
The Techniques,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
Jandek,
Swans,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.