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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
DJ Style,
Technova,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
DNA,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.