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 Romania and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Hill to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Rekid,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
Magazine,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.