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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
Stereo Dub,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
The Motions,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.