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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cluster to the punk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
Michelle Simonal,
Darondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.