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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.