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 Belize and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes 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?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.