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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angry Samoans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
CMW,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.