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 Croatia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Ponytail,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
Television,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Nico,
MC5,
Pole,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.