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 Turkey and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 The Barracudas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
Talk Talk,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.