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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABBA 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.