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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rod Modell to the techno 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.