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 Fiji and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fat Boys to the disco 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
X-101,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.