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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Motions 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Deakin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.