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 Mexico and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Echo & the Bunnymen 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.