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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Red Krayola to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.