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 India and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Move to the disco 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.