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 Russia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.