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 Haiti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
Nirvana,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.