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 Spain and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.