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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxette 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.