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 Italy and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Severed Heads to the disco 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Moebius,
New Order,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.