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 Spain and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Index to the jazz 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.