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 Netherlands and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Clear Light to the grunge 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.