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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.