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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses 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?
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
The United States of America,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.