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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.