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 Belarus 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Warsaw to the techno 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.