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 Indonesia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.