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 Cuba and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Gong to the funk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
L. Decosne,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.