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 India and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlback to the disco 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.