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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
Monks,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
Henry Cow,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.