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 Chad and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
Tommy Roe,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.