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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flipper,
The Wake,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
Stiv Bators,
Parry Music,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.