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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Robert Hood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Josef K,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Technova,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.