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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Residents 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.