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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Massinfluence to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Move,
Main Source,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
New Order,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.