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 Nauru and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
This Heat,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
Country Teasers,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.