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 Honduras and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sisters of Mercy to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.