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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
the Germs,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.