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 Kyrgyzstan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Royal Trux to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Doors,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
Wire,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
Nico,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.