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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
Technova,
Maurizio,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.