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 Italy and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
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 organ 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 Eric Dolphy to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.