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 East Timor and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 L. Decosne to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.