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 Australia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
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 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 In Retrospect to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
Can,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
The Dead C,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.