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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.