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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Q65,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.