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 Nauru and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Barracudas to the jazz 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
The Names,
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.