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 Taiwan and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shadows of Knight to the grunge 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.