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 Mauritius 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bluetip to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
John Holt,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Gong,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
Japan,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.