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 Korea South and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 the Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
UT,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.