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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints 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?
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
Magma,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.