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 Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Durutti Column 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.