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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Deepchord to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.