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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
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 snare 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 The Associates to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
Darondo,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
Pulsallama,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
AZ,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.