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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Urselle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
The Cure,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.