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 Macedonia and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the crunk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Franke,
Grauzone,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.