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 Turkey and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
the Association,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.