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 Denmark and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.