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 Senegal and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 L. Decosne to the rock 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
T. Rex,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Lydon,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.