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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
The Names,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
UT,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Index,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.