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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 In Retrospect to the funk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.