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 Oman and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Age Steppers to the techno 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.