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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Slave,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.