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 Dominica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 This Heat to the crunk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
MDC,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
Monks,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.