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 Angola and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Q65,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.