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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.