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 Comoros and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suicide to the disco 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
The Wake,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.