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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sex Pistols to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.