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 Turkey and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
The Doors,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Franke,
The Searchers,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.