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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
John Holt,
Nas,
X-101,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.