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 Portugal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
Das Ding,
Nico,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Model 500,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.