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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 The Residents to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.