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 Afghanistan and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grime 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Wire,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
Lalann,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
ABC,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
John Holt,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.