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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 The Monochrome Set to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.