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 Qatar and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
The Martian,
X-102,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.