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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Janne Schatter to the rock 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.