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 Turkey and from Columbus.
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 Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dawn Penn to the disco 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Can,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.