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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugazi to the grime 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.