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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Roxy Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.