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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mummies to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
Delta 5,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Fear,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
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.