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 Singapore and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camberwell Now to the punk 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.