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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Infiniti to the funk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
The Dirtbombs,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.