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 Iceland 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Pop Group to the electroclash 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
MDC,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.