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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade,
Cybotron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
Zapp,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.