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 Cambodia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
Can,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ronan,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.