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 Guyana and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Joe Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Monolake,
Japan,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.