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 Malawi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
E-Dancer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.