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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalann to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
Q65,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
The Pop Group,
The Victims,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.