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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
The Monks,
Index,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.