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 Congo and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Walker Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
Ice-T,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
Jandek,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.