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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
Ludus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liliput,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
The Index,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.