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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Mighty Diamonds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
Scientists,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.