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 Benin and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Fear to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Mars,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
10cc,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.