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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Golliwogs to the grunge 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.