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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Pantaleimon to the crunk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Ronan,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.