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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Excepter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
June Days,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.