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 Belize and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Marine Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.