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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Pus to the funk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.