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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Invisible to the techno 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
June Days,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.