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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 FM Einheit 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.