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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists,
the Association,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.