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 Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
Black Flag,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.