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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.