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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lou Christie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
Erasure,
Pole,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.