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 Japan and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Symarip to the dance 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Wings,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.