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 Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Brick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
Skaos,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.