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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
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 Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 40 Watt.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.