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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fall,
X-101,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.