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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Scion,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.