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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Essential Logic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
Swans,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.