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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Selecter to the electroclash 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Wings,
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
John Cale,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.