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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.