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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heaven 17 to the rap 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
FM Einheit,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.