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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Au Pairs to the grime 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
the Slits,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.