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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 H. Thieme to the rock 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
Wire,
ABC,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
Connie Case,
Liliput,
Scientists,
World's Most,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.