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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Clear Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Royal Trux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.