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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 New York Dolls to the rap 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.