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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
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 Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Residents to the rap 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.