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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Matthew Bourne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
Susan Cadogan,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.