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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Davy DMX to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.