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 Portugal and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Connie Case,
Television,
the Sonics,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
Faraquet,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.