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 Burundi and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps 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?
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
MDC,
Audionom,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
FM Einheit,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.