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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Nirvana to the rock 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.