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 China and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amazonics to the grunge 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
ABC,
the Human League,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Smog,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.