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 Japan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Tres Demented to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.