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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
Henry Cow,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.